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Sixes and Sevens
Wallet worn and faded, it speaks across the decades.
A fleeting slice of time, yellowed, crazed, creased and fading.
The place we had was small. The time we had was so brief.
We were us, we were one, sharing living, loving life.
Horizons awaited us, our sunset, our sunrise;
You were my reflection. The world without you haunts me.
Autumn days, silver hair, I love you. I love you still.
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Labels: Found Photograph, pair, poem
2 Comments:
At Tuesday, July 13, 2010 8:32:00 AM,
Twilight said…
Lovely, lovely photo, even lovelier words, anyjazz.
Were they sisters, mother & daughter, friends, early lesbians? It doesn't matter. Who took the snapshot I wonder? A third sister? A brother? The mother of sisters? A husband of one of them who then went off to war and carried this with him?
It doesn't matter, but can't help but wonder.
:-)
At Tuesday, July 13, 2010 9:55:00 AM,
anyjazz said…
Thanks Twilight. Here is a perfect example why there is a blurry line between enhancing and repairing. The details in an old photograph sometimes benefit from a nudge in contrast or neutralizing the yellowed areas. But the condition of the print often tells a story. So repairs come seldom. Here you see a worn scrap of paper with an image that was treasured by someone. It tells you a story. Then it asks you questions. It speaks.
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